Someone in my class passed away this morning around 2:30 am, after battling cancer for a few years and a recent stroke. It forces me to realize how absolutely lucky I am to be healthy. People of health can practically be considered a minority, and I really don’t know how I got so lucky. Sometimes I don’t even take into account of the tiniest (yet most important) things, like having my sight to see the world around me, my legs to explore, my arms to hug, my immune system to keep all of the adventure going strongly. Sadly it takes a life to appreciate my own. Of course I complain every so often, but at the end of the day I am in love with my life. I am given more than enough simply with my own health and body. I can do basically anything and I do forget that every now and then. And so tragedy, once again, becomes my reminder.
